Portland

Finally Friday night had arrived! I was off to my friend's house in Portland as soon as I could rush home, change, and pack a bag. It felt pretty odd leaving when everyone else was arriving for the weekend, but since June 4th I had been there every night. It was time to spend some time elsewhere.

I managed to find my way there and hour and a half later with a list of directions because my phone doesn't work right up here, which at least for right now is my only means of a GPS. I have a really expensive one that I don't even use because it requires updates with a disk, and I only have a simple netbook. Those cheap little things don't even have enough space for a disc drive if you paid extra.

Little did I know until I arrived that it was Pride Weekend. I've never seen more colors or creative individuals crammed into one place at one time. All weekend long the streets were filled with rainbows and happy, free-spirited people. My friend's and I were too busy with farmer's markets, hooping, and mall trips to spend any time taking in what was going on around us though. We simply became part of the background noise as we walked past all the commotion.

By the time I arrived back to my home away from home I still had a chance to explore the liveliness within the campground. I was much too tired however, so I hopped into bed, unaffected by the laughter and crackling of fire that engulfed me from all directions.